[Intro: 50 Cent, Rah Digga & [?]]
C you wit me n***a?
Drop that
Rah Digga, Lloyd Banks, let's go
Party's already started
And it's about to...

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
If you keep givin that same stare (Uh huh)
I'mma pull a tray out like the back of an airplane chair (Yea!)
Yea, I'm poppin' off twice tonight
I put a bitch out faster than a Tyson fight (Uh huh)
My ears glo in the dark, my ice is bright
I got a pocket full of green and my Nikes is white
As soon as I walk on the floor, they stop me (Uh huh), anywhere from the door they spot me (Uh huh)
I'm always rocky (Uh huh)
Your regulars in here, your always sloppy (Yea)
And I'm always flashy when they call they ask me things like "what you [?] on number 3?"
Bitch!, why would I talk about you, when I can talk about me? (Ha ha ha)
Me, in the club, cris poppin with Flipmode (Uh huh)
I smoke about a ziplock every zipcode (Uh huh)
And I don't leave out the club without the rubber (No!)
'Cause gon' get burnt one way or the other (Yea!)

[Verse 2: Rah Digga & Lloyd Banks]
Digga, Digga, nuttin' nice when I take the stand
Boss chick like Saw with Sean and Beanie Man (Uh)
Turn a cat first single into my white label
Better call [?], maybe they might pay you
In the hood, no question who work the best
Connects for everything, from dro to percocets, shorty surf the net
Spots in [?] [?] that'll turn a snowboard into a four door (Huh)
Post up in V.I., boogie bitch
Cats come in both sides, like "excuse me, Miss"
'Cept they know my name, know how I swing
Rhyme like E.A. Sports, how I knock out kings (Bing)
Bitch all tote heat (Uh), catch you up in both knees (Uh)
Coming [?] tryna front like you know me (Uh)
Rah spaz, hell yeah I'm gas, make it clap (Uh huh) like Bus and I don't (Yea) mean ass
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks, Rah Digga & [?]]
Chicks pull they tits out
Party over here
Cats pull they clips out
Party over here
What time is it?
Can't say for sure, club packed and there's still more heads at the door
Coming home from up North
Party over here
If you riding downtown
Party over here
Uh, shake your ass, one eighty on the dash, come one (Yea), come all y'all
Party over here

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
The way things are lookin', blood might spill
'Cause this dumb ass n***a
Paid 40 dollars to come in and ice grill
Me, I'm in the back higher than a light bill
Chick grinding on the kid, high off a white pill
I'm tryna get a lil play then I'm out
You ain't tryna conversate, you should'a stayed in the house
We both know, I'm tryna get you layed on the couch
4:00 on the dot, kids sprayed in your mouth

[Verse 4: Rah Digga]
Meanwhile, I'm the bitch that blaze up a ounce
Looking all decked out, with a blade in my pouch
Make me spill my drink, get layed the fuck out
Acting like you don't know, how much I paid for this blouse
Got a bitch [?] (Uh)
Real live shortys (Yea)
Whip fast and compact like them 5-40's (OK)
Stayin in watching CNN, I think not
I be at the studio, then off to the spot
[Break: [?]]
Party's already started
And it's about to...

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks, Rah Digga & [?]]
Chicks pull they tits out
Party over here
Cats pull they clips out
Party over here
What time is it?
Can't say for sure, club packed and there's still more heads at the door
Coming home from up North
Party over here
If you riding downtown
Party over here
Uh, shake your ass, one eighty on the dash, come one, come all y'all
Party over here